Freedom is documented,
When new page opens,
unwritten words await,
But It feels like wandering in the mist,
Walking in the tangles of sin,
Rules feel like destiny,
Yet we are caged,
The sky was never the limit,
Still not the limit,
But are we strong enough
To make our own choices?
To open a new page,
To write our own new peace?
Will our story be told?
If we roar, will we be heard
Or silenced, gunned down?
So, are we truly free?
Do we really have a choice?
Without fate, without faith,
Freedom is a dilemma.
Right or wrong
A choice must be made,
Even choosing nothing,
It still a choice,
In a flash,the Rubicon is crossed,
Are we really free?
Or still to be?.
Business
In singled hour resignations letter documented and also documents retrieve towards poverty's laws
As a poor man's writing ledgers.
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So many documented cases when hope,
Was prematurely extinguished by Doctors,
So many documented cases when hope,
Was about to be extinguished by law,
But before sentence could be carried out on hope,
They witnessed hope's flame burning brighter than ever,
Resulting in more questions than answers on the nature,
And purpose of hope.
As far as faith in miracles is concerned.
Yet I still have no definitive answer to my question,
Should we ever decide when others should give up hope,
Except that to err is human,
And forgiveness of those who get it wrong,
Or have clear evidence that hope has moved on,
And hidden it for misguided or mischievous reasons,
May be the only way,
With hopefully a realization over time that hope,
Albeit fickle or not, is what keeps many a human in the game,
Long enough for miracles to come to fruition.
he paused
pushing himself on the soft leather
shaped by his years
-Happy
his eyes beaming
below the arced trellises of his greyed out eyebrows
Dion rested at his grandfathers feet
His face in a contortion of bewilderment
-No, I mean as a job
The old man grasped a freshly iced can of
some sugar filled gloop
and poured it between them both
He gave a chuckle
disguising it as a cough
as the child held the glasses together to better measure the gloop
before placing one in his grandfathers hand
The giant princes and 7 people doesn’t have the same ring
-Okay what about Grumpy
pulling a fake gurn to his face
the tickle of his beard causing him to sneeze to easily
Dion yawned his grandfather wiping the sleep peadrops from his eye
Bashfully I must leave
but my grate NESS
Is documented
If the parents ( men and women ) of the innocent children
Connected with the parents of the victims of the predatory
Grooming gangs in Britian.? A summit could be arranged?
Under the protection.? Of a dedicated police force where
Community figures could explore options to create a more
Harmonious backdrop of living ? (including stopping all
Un-documented immigration for the space of 12/24 months? The re-opening of high street banks and post
Offices encourageing farmers markets to encourage a
Sustainable and engaging work life balance.' Yet first off
Let the injured and aggreived familiys meet should whoever of them be agreeable.? And see if this pit Britian
In in can be exited.?
All the best to every reader..)
Today is not the usual day
I have no word for it
And indirectly I can't say
Or draw it on a paper sheet
It's like a photograph of you
On Cromer beach somewhere
And I recall the wind that blew
Although I wasn't there
A day without a name, it meant
A documented true
I see a place, where you still stand
And here I am, with you.
Has your name been spoken behind walls you have never stepped
Has your life has been punished for promises that were never kept
Will the truth be documented with recordings made
Will you seek revenge, for debts that were never paid
If our time here is short, then how should we live and behave
If our actions are watched, can we still take secrets to the grave
If no questions are asked then how can answers be sought
Does our savior see all and know every thought
How can some see and still not believe
Can there be any truth from those who deceive
Did God rest on the seventh, or could there have been an eighth
Can you have complete trust without having any faith
Do you believe in God or a guarded pearly gate
Is there life after death, what could possibly be our fate
What exactly do we miss every time that we blink
Now please take a moment, look around and think
Over eight hundred Palestinian women and children held hostage by Israel
no charges, no crimes, an IOF soldier confessed, intimidation the goal
IOF using children as human shields
on Oct 7th IOF helicopters shot their own, as documented by Haaretz
at the exact same time, Palestinians were having their homes bull dozed
their land stolen
seventy fives years of de humanization
National geographic has a map of 1947
please have a look
then go read
Jimmy Carters books
the IOF snipers shot a woman and child in a church
think about that
life has no value, they care not who they kill
aid workers and reporters
fodder for their guns
Hannibal's directive you can not make this up
the Israeli Supreme court has spoken many times
a people who welcomed the European as refugees
soon to regret their kindness
Israel formed by terrorists, so lets condemn this terror
the true Semites of the land, Jews and rabbis
stand by their Palestinian brothers and sisters
holocaust families handing tissues, they saw it once before
now thousands of children slaughtered
you are witnessing evil first hand
seventy five years or horror and crimes
If I could find a cryptid I would be happy, Matt, the zoologist said.
Like big foot, or the giant Ethiopian lizard, with the red head.
What is a cryptid? I asked, feeling pretty unscientific now.
It’s like big foot or Nessie, an animal quite unlike a cow.
Something only a few people have seen, but no one has documented.
love to find something like the devil monkey, even though demented.
Or a sea serpent, a speckled jaguar, or the elephant dung-bat.
I would become known in the world that would be terrific said Matt.
One side calls a militant a terrorist
The other deems him a freedom fighter
Each side sure the other is blacker
Each side confident it is whiter...
But when it comes to mass rapes of Israelis
to Hamas' fully-documented sexual atrocities
There is one, and only one, surety
The perpetrators and all their enablers
must be eliminated ~ swiftly and completely
Life is a group of stages.
Gently I will explain the pages.
The past is documented and stored away.
The present is our story, being added to every day.
With life, Springs eternal hope.
All the colors of a kaleidoscope.
Precious memories galore.
Knowledge of every kind to store.
We all co-exist each and every one,
Some destitute some having fun.
Life is what you make it, they say,
Each striving to be better than yesterday.
The last and most important of the stages three,
God has locked from sight and He keeps the key.
Where have you been
Darkened with uncertainty
No place to be found
Chanted spiritual songs within one’s encouraging thought
I need to be free
I pray to thee
Thunder raw
Lightening outburst
Slavery was hard and tormented
Beaten and torn
Sunrises being a forbidden rise
Working on those cotton fields
Plantation ordeals for real
Wounds showing the many rebels
Trapped in a prohibited society
No pity
Freedom only a thought
Praying and constant praying
Singing upon singing
The slaves hope surrounded up in Heaven
Numerous cries heard
In 1862, the Emancipation Proclamation was documented, and Freedom became the word’s that Afro-Americans needed to hear
No more worry some of fear
It took place in Galveston, Texas
Years upon years of denial
Not knowing where nor if
Heaven the many outcries
Crisis finally came to an end
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
From Slavery life into the light of the earthly kingdom
Sacrifice proven
Land’s wisdom
Dwell doers
The raw of thankful emotion
Smooth breezes and calm oceans
Life was and will be worth living
The call for Freedom
Emancipation at its best
Richard Vobes, a gentle man with measured tones
Helpful content broadcast to many, inventive mind
Makes often light; on 'you tube' of dark designs palpable as night
Airless, almost we feel, and hear see bad actions
Observe distrust and fear, documented intentions
Of hostile vein, tenseness in multitudes inherent strain
90% the target say just a few, less to share with me.and you ' entitlement averice honed, affluent genre grasps
Sanity is sidlined, health reverseal oxeygenless gasps
Deny life support, its now percived wisdom do you know?
Intellectual nhillisam is systemised, yes savagery is
Suited is tailored, its wretchedness is at a euglogy, despicable action is festering, dispersed worldwide.'
Dear, God keep Richard sane and whole, guide him
Teach him, let more reality be told.'
Poison was always the silent killer.
Kings and emperors fell prey to it easily.
The favorite poisoner of the Roman Emperor Nero,
this woman ended many lives with her deadly poisons.
FUKIING BIITCH,this woman’s story is a true deadly drama.
Widely considered as one of the earliest documented serial killers,
She was certainly a deadly dame.
Note.chemical drink silent killer...
Prepare for the anointed one will draw near
Do not delay, panic, or fear,
I am not here to fill anyone's heart with scare
For it's only right and fair that I share
What is true and just, righteous and Holy
It is documented and written,(Matthew 24:42),
"Watch therefore for ye know not what hour your Lord doth come"
Be alert and wise for the anointed will one day appear
It is only right and fair that we share
I am not here to in still anyone's heart with fear
I write only because I care
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